Sylvia Chidi

I see red!

In a moment of silenceI ponderThinking of the pressure that I’m underShould I resort to violence?

I see red like a blood thirsty vampireI feel red like a hot faced town crierIt is as if I've been hit with a set of pliersWhile disappointed in the one I used to admire

Yesterday before and after I went to bedI dreamt of nothing else but the deadI saw a vision of the rolling of headsYou've stabbed me and I have bledMy eyes are still steaming hot and redThese vicious rumours that you've spreadWhile I blindly followed and you led

Now I question myself insteadOf all the things that have been saidHave I knowingly been misled? Without recognising what was ahead

I know positive thoughts I must embedPeace is the message we want widespreadNot red with more bloodshedWhat is really weird, is whenever we see redThat negative vision can so easily be shred